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All of this, it's all because of this person. This newcomer is called Gus, and he's a very capable person. In less than half a year, he has already brought everyone under his command. After my parents exchanged their memories with him a few times, they treated him better. They had long forgotten the reason he was second cousin female lost - just like many families; they only remembered that because of him, they could have a few more "emotional pleasures". So, even though I hate him in my heart, I also know that I can't blame him. Because this is not his decision. And he is so charming. His hair is smooth and glossy, making people want to run their hands through it; his figure is agile, making people want to float; his words are wise and humorous, making people want to be close to him; his eyes are deep, even my older sister can't help but love him. I can feel myself loving him more and more. My soul and instincts want to be close to him. The reason I dare not speak is that I am afraid that if I speak, I will not be able to resist kissing him. The recoil of love is too strong, it burns and stirs my heart like fire, repeatedly stirring my innermost being. But I am too ugly, and I even doubt if anyone could really love me. I keep thinking about my future lover, but I have never been with them in my current state. I think that everything will be better after he leaves. But I didn't expect that my feelings would end in the most incredible way. It all started one night. That night, the whole family went to the carnival, and I stayed behind to take care of Les. I was surprised that Gus didn't go. After Les fell asleep, I turned off the lights in the room, looked at the rare moonlight outside, as if I could feel the breeze on my face. I closed my eyes and fell into thoughts of the past. I don't know how long passed, but I heard Gus say above my head, "I'm sick, can we go out for a walk?" I sat up suddenly, capturing his expression, full of anticipation and longing. I said, "What's wrong with you?" "I'm sick, can you accompany me for a walk?" "Okay... " So I walked with Gus on the mountain path. Unexpectedly, I felt short of breath. We didn't speak. I slowly savored this feeling, a strange and unconscious feeling, with a hint of slight fear, mixed with anticipation. Suddenly I heard him speaking. I looked at him. He looked up, his eyes misty with moonlight, his eyelashes fluttering, the breeze blowing. He said, "Do you have something you love?" What else could I say? In one sentence, the buried box in my heart opened. When did I first discover my world-weariness? Perhaps when I thought I was beautiful and fresh playing ball with my classmates in elementary school; perhaps when one person held my hand, my trust resulted in becoming a part of a game; perhaps because I thought I had knowledge and wisdom, I spent my hard-earned money on unrelated people, resisted conflicts, and imagined they could be used by me; perhaps I found that because of my problems, I was drifting away from the friends I wanted to make, until there was no news; perhaps I suddenly realized that I was living day by day for a dead object - a universally recognized symbol of success... What else could arouse my love? Now what I resist is not whether to love or not, but whether to desire. What am I saying after all? What am I trying to express? Why is my heart so shaken? What is boiling in my throat? Isn't life supposed to go according to plan, so why is my heart so sad? This has been my life all along, so why is my heart plunged into despair because of this sentence? Why is my whole life already in despair before it's over? Why can't I just live my life properly, why do I have to suffer!
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